Through bangs lingering down over his eyes, Jethro Aquarius spotted his momentís precious. Resting against the side of an old church on the sidewalk of a busy Manhattan street, he first spotted the tell-tale shining loafers. Jethroís eyes were drawn upwards where they met a large shopping bag, all black with a blisteringly white apple in the center.

Not 20 minutes later, Aquarius sat on the stairs at the back of the church, the precious apple in hand. As he peeled off the plastic wrapping, he chuckled; how oblivious the privileged could be. He, on the other hand, missed nothing.

Through sunglasses shielding his eyes, Michael Hamilton spotted his momentís precious. Leaning against the side of a 5th Avenue store, he saw the black storefront banner, a blisteringly white apple bursting through the center of it. Sighing, he returned upright and continued walking down the busy Manhattan street.

As he turned down a back street to get to his apartment, Michael spotted an all black shopping bag, only interrupted by a stark white apple in the middle of it.

As he returned to his stairs, Jethro was amazed to see nothing where his white appled bag had previously rested. How could he have missed it being taken in his 5 minute conversation with Mother Nature? Depressed, he went back to the front of the church, having nothing to hide; maybe heíd even get some donations.